Overstimulated (Audio Script)

Stories

God, what a day.

I’m so glad to finally get home and…

…get out of these shoes.

Why does my boss insist we all wear heels?

I don’t think a customer’s going to decide not to buy something just because I’m four inches shorter in ballet flats.

But it’s the weekend.

I can finally relax.

I take my coat off and hang it up, letting my hair loose from the ponytail I’ve had up all day.

My toes flex and curl on the soft carpet, letting the hurts-so-good relief run through the soles of my feet.

Hold on…

Are those… rose petals?

“Babe?”

There’s no response, and I notice the path of petals veers off from the kitchen into the living room.

The petals are cool beneath my feet as I make my way into the living room.

The log fire’s going, the dimmer switches are wound down so the room’s illuminated in a warm, almost candlelit glow.

And you’re in the armchair, pouring two glasses of champagne from the crystal glasses I haven’t seen since our wedding anniversary.

“Hey, princess.”

“Hey…uh…what-what’s all this?”

“Can a man not spoil his wife?”

“Well, I didn’t say that.”

You hand me my glass, clinking yours against it with a smile, and we drink. Mmm, that’s exactly what I need after today.

“I know we’ve both been busy…and you’ve had a really stressful week…”

“That’s putting it politely.”

“And with me pulling overtime with the quarterly report to the board…

I… I feel I’ve been neglecting you.

And you know I can’t have my princess feeling like I’m neglecting what she needs

”

You take our glasses and set them down on the side table.

You lean in a little closer, your touch gentle as you caress my cheek with your fingertips, your touch trailing down along my jaw.

Trailing lower… down my neck…

“I didn’t think you were neglecting me.

I know you’ve been busy…

”

“Still…”

Your fingers slide down to my shirt button, and you pop it open.

“I miss my girl.”

“I miss you, too.”

You bring me into your arms, and I sink into your warmth as you place a single kiss behind my ear.

Mmm…this feels good.

I’ve always been a cuddler after a bad day.

And after this week? I need all the cuddles.

“So… I thought I’d… spoil you tonight.”

You pull back from me and lead me further into the living room.

Sitting on the coffee table next to the couch are two bottles of water, a bottle of lube…

And the silicone dildo you bought me for my birthday last month.

“Spoil me, huh?”

We started experimenting with power exchange last year, mostly for fun.

But… we found we really liked it.

Especially you being dominant.

Incorporating dominance and submission into our everyday lives was…surprisingly easy.

I love how you just want to take care of me and spoil me at every turn.

It’s definitely brought out a side of me I didn’t realise I had.

Thriving when you give me the “princess treatment”, where you’re most in your dominant element.

I love the way you wrap your arms around me and bring me into your warm embrace, just like you’re doing now.

I feel myself melting against your strong, solid chest as you bury your face in my neck…

…kissing me right at my sweet spot and brushing your lips around the shell of my ear.

“Tonight’s all about you…

I want to show my princess…

Just how much I missed her.

”

Ohhhh myyy goddd…

You trail kisses behind my ear and down my neck, pulling me flush against you.

“Just how much… I want to take care of you…cherish you…Remind you... Just how loved you are…

”

Familiar warmth spreads through my body, and I nuzzle my cheek into your hair, taking in your sandalwood scent.

You feel… you smell… so good.

“I want to see how much you can take tonight.

Will you let me do that?

Will you let me give you what I know you need?

”

“Yes...”

“Yes, what, princess? What’s the magic word?

”

“Yes, daddy…”

“Mmm, that’s my girl…That’s my good...precious girl…

”

The moment your lips touch mine, I melt against you.

You cup my cheek while your free hand slips under my shirt, sliding around the small of my back as you begin to undo every button

“Take these off, I want to watch you.”

I step back, my eyes never leaving yours as I slip my shirt off my shoulders, exposing my bra.

Then my skirt, unbuttoning the back and sliding down the zipper.

With every layer that comes off, the look in your eyes grows more passionate.

I don’t go too fast, savouring the way you look at me until I finally slide my underwear down my legs and kick them to the side.

I’m bare and exposed in front of you, while you’re still clothed, and I relish the way your eyes wander up and down my naked body.

You clench your fists, then flex your fingers out, like you’re holding back.

Holding back from taking those two steps to close the space between us and ravage me.

God, I want that.

I want that so badly.

But not yet.

You want to play. I want to play.

You’re a man who understands the importance of taking his time with his wife.

Warming me up and teasing me until I’m a desperate mess, begging you for release.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you…”

“I’ve missed you too…”

I lean in a little closer, reaching down to unbuckle your belt.

“You remember the rules…”

“Oh, come on, it hasn’t been that long.”

I slide my fingers under your t-shirt, and you help me slip it off.

Trailing my lips down your chest and stomach as I unzip your pants, letting them fall to your ankles.

You’re already semi-hard when I dip an exploring hand into the waistband of your boxers, sliding them down your strong thighs.

As I start to get on my knees, you stop me.

“Not tonight, princess.”

“I want to make you feel good too…”

“I know, and you already do. But tonight’s all about you, remember?”

I wrap my arms around your neck, loving how your hands roam over my bare body, up my spine and down to my ass…Giving it a squeeze…

Your cock presses against my lower belly, my breasts pressing up against your chest.

Warm tingles ripple through my body as you nuzzle your face into the crook of my neck, and I sink more into your arms.

I love it when we’re like this.

Reconnecting.

“Come on, princess.

Let’s go and get settled, hm?

”

You take my hand and lead us to the couch.

You sit up on your knees and pull me into you, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

“Come here…”

Your hands roam over my body, and I surrender into every caress, every touch.

Down my hips, over my breasts…

Giving into every kiss…over my throat…down my neck…

As you brush your thumbs over my chest and take one into your mouth.

I run my fingers over the expanse of your back as I arch into you, trying to press my breast more into your mouth.